The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The bell tolled. It was the sound of ending. Miles stood at the gate. He held his staff. The wood was oak. It was old. He touched the grain. It was smooth. Like skin. Like bone. The city was grey. The fog was thick. It swallowed the streets. It swallowed the light. He walked away. His name was Miles. He was a Keeper. He kept the Archive. The Archive was a tower. It stood on the hill. It watched...

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